THE KEY

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SPELL OF SILENCE THAT IS WRITTEN BETWEEN THE ROWS OF NATURE

Paola Talà (Architetto Paesaggistico) 

Look and imagine the pentagram of silence that slips inside the fertile earth and disappears into the darkness.
Now listen to sounds and assonances: silence
he does not want the key to 'fa', no because nothing makes me! he does not want the key to 'do', no because I do not give him anything! ... but he wants the key to 'sol'.
A middle hyperbole, which sings this 'Sol' ... that sounds like 'sun', 'lonely', 'lonely', 'suns', 'solitude', 'sun', 'only' ...
And he falls down to penetrate the pentagram on the ground, which stretches the siren's tail of the key and makes it swine, while its head is round and full of gravity, and the earth bends exhausted.
The key opens the door in the soul, transfiguring itself for the serious music of its silence, but it still vibrates where torn leaves the breath of mother nature.
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